I don't remember much about Christmas Day when we were kids. I just remember that it went by quickly, too quickly. I always thought as an adult that Christmas should really be more of a day than an hour.
Anyway, it's Christmas morning and I am ready to leave for the airport. I am ready early because I have been up since 4. I just couldn't sleep. Whenever I travel I don't sleep well the night before. I don't know if it's some kind of subconscious fear that the alarm won't go off, or just the general anxiety that traveling causes me. Either way, I've been up and I'm ready to go, but my cab isn't coming for another 25 minutes.
It's really windy here and we've had some rain, no snow though. It's actually pretty warm.
Chicago feels so small compared to NY where I am headed. I feel sort of overwhelmed. Going to a place so huge and where I don't know my way around, sort of overwhelms me.
Of course I am having the debate with myself about whether or not to work while on this little "vacation." That's a whole other issue because come January 4, I have a decision to make. Bust my ass for 2000 hours, or accept that I am not going to hit 2000 and oh well for the people who want me to. I guess I have the excuse that we have had slow spots in the past 12 months, but really I've been pretty consistently busy.
Anyway, okay I am going to finishing getting ready.
See you after Christmas.
Happy holidays.
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